The CEO Gets What He Wants

Kendrick had a smug expression on his face as though he was challenging Cayden to bring his woman

home if she wasn't a prostitute.

He had always thought Cayden was crazy to be able to be celibate for more than five years.

“You're mistreating her if you're dating her but not planning to introduce her to us.” Jeffrey observed

Cayden's face after his remark, worried that his grandson was a playboy who did not take relationships

seriously.

Cayden couldn't disobey Jeffrey. Although he had never respected Bruce because that man didn't

deserve it, his grandfather was a reasonable person.

He's most likely asking due to his eagerness for me to start a family.

“I'm worried that you guys will scare her off.” Cayden picked up a document and set it back down. With

a sentence from him, he shifted the blame from himself to his grandfather and brother.

Both Jeffrey and Kendrick were speechless at his reasoning.

“She's pretty and quiet in front of others. She's very shy, but you guys...” Cayden finally raised his head

and darted his gaze between Jeffrey and Kendrick. He had a frown between his brows when he didn't

finish his sentence.

Jeffrey, with his cane still raised in mid-air, threatening to smack Cayden with it, immediately put it

down dejectedly. He felt as if he had proved Cayden's point of being an unkind old man, so he coughed

into his fist in a desperate attempt to redeem his kind image.

Meanwhile, Kendrick felt that Cayden had portrayed him as the wicked future brother-in-law, colluding

with a tyrannical future father-in-law. “If she truly is innocent and shy like you said, I think you would be

the one scaring her away and not us.”

Kendrick was a normal man with needs, so he knew about the intimate acts between a man and a

woman behind closed doors.

With Cayden's stamina and celibacy for over five years, won't he swallow that innocent girl whole? How

pitiful of her to be Cayden's girl. After sleeping with him at night, does she even have any energy to do

anything in the morning?

Meanwhile, Avery dropped by the hospital for an hour.

Since she took a cab to and from the hospital, she was punctual when she arrived at the office.

Avery had already emailed Yulissa the design sketch that she wanted, and the latter was satisfied with

it. In fact, Yulissa's eyes shone with admiration when she saw the sketch. The design looked as if it

was drawn by an experienced architect instead of a newbie.

Avery figured Cayden was amazing in sketching designs as well.

Cecelia messaged Avery: Ms. Yantz said your design was good. With such high praise from her, I'm

sure they'll retain you after your probation.

That being said, Cecelia believed Avery would still get the offer to extend her employment contract

even if the design wasn't good. After all, having the CEO's support wasn't a joke.

Before Avery could reply, Cecelia typed: Do you know who's the best at drawing designs?

Avery managed to reply: I have no idea. Who is it?

Cecelia enthusiastically answered: Our boss, of course! Don't you know there are five developed

countries that have structures he designed? Our city is lucky enough to have one too. It's the library in

the city center. Sadly, he stopped drawing after he took over the failing family business.

Avery was staring mindlessly at the long explanation on the screen.

The library that attracted my attention when I took the subway to the city center was Cayden's design?

Cecelia sent her another message: When can people like us who are obsessed with architecture finally

get the chance to see the boss' designs?

By then, Avery had opened up the design she sent to Yulissa earlier and was staring dazedly at it.

She finally retracted her gaze after hearing her phone ring.

“Hello? Dr. Holden,” Avery answered the call softly as she got up from her work desk and went to a

quiet corner.

It turned out that the hospital was asking for Leonardo's ID card.

Avery nodded. “All right. I'll bring it over in the afternoon.”

After finishing her work in the morning, she packed her things and took a cab over to Leonardo and

Henrietta's place without having lunch.

Even though she didn't want to meet Henrietta, she had no choice since Leonardo's ID card was at

their place. With her father unable to walk and leave the hospital, she needed to take the trip. It'll pass.

I only have to endure it for a bit.

Avery tried calling Henrietta's number on her way there.

Instead, she only heard the mechanical sound of the busy dial tone.

She dialed a few more times and got the same response every time.

Looking at the bustling street outside the window, she searched for Milana's number and dialed it.

“Why are you calling me? Has your dad finally died, and you're calling my mom and me to attend his

funeral?” Milana was scrolling on her phone, so she answered Avery's call immediately.

Avery didn't waste her breath on Milana and merely said, “Are you home? I'm coming over to pick up

my dad's ID card.”

“Yeah, I'm home. You can come over,” Milana answered.

After disconnecting the call, Avery was lost in her thoughts with a troubled look.

Meanwhile, Milana sat up on her bed and called Zayne after contemplating briefly. “Didn't you say you

wanted to talk to me? Come over to my house now. I'll only wait twenty minutes for you.”

Zayne wasn't at the office at that time as he was outside with his team leader. After getting the call from

Milana, he hurried over to her place.

Zayne was infuriated by his mother's antics. She had gone mad with her desire to have a grandson, to

the point where she even brought her ID card to the bank and took out a large amount of cash. Not

only did she let Milana choose a house she liked, but she even paid the down payment and registered

the property under Milana's name, all to prevent the latter from aborting the baby.

However, Isabella deeply regretted her actions afterward. She suddenly recalled that Milana wasn't a

trustworthy woman and was worried that she would go back on her words. Since there was no

changing the past and she had already bought the house, all she could do was ask Zayne to stay close

to Milana and marry her as soon as possible.

She figured it wasn't a total loss if she could have a grandson in exchange for the down payment.

Zayne had called Milana's phone numerous times that night, but she refused to open the door for him,

thinking she had finally held the reigns in their relationship for once.

Hence, once he got the call for a meet-up from Milana, he arrived at her place in less than the twenty

minutes she had given him.

Since the front door wasn't closed, Zayne entered the house on his own. When he didn't see anyone in

the living room and bedroom, he went to the bathroom. “Are you inside?”

“Come in and talk,” Milana demanded.

With a frown, Zayne opened the bathroom door and entered.

Milana had just finished her shower, so she smelled of shampoo. She leaned her soft body against the

man at the door and started feeling him up.

“I've just touched you, and you're already hard.” Milana got on her knees and put her lips on him.

The creases on Zayne's forehead deepened as he screwed his eyes shut and grunted with pleasure.

His hand grabbed onto Milana's hair, holding her head in place.

She lifted her head and looked up at him with misty eyes.

Opening her mouth, she then stretched out her tongue.

“Hurry up. I still have to get back to work,” Zayne urged impatiently.

He was so overwhelmed by lust that he forgot to ask Milana about her change in attitude. All he cared

about at the moment was releasing the tension within him.

Milana reached for Zayne's belt next. After smoothly unbuckling his belt, she pulled down his zipper.